by Marilynn Fae
"Relax for me," he rumbles.
She's whimpering, writhing underneath him like it's too much already.
"It'll only hurt for a second," he promises and then he pulls back and slides in deeper, breaking through her hymen and swallowing her startled gasp with his mouth. Tears fill her eyes again. She's really such a crybaby. He gives her a second to get used to his girth, and then he's moving, pulling his hips back and pushing himself in slowly. The warm heat that surrounds his cock makes him let out a low growl that is more animal than human. "You're so tight, dove. So perfect," he growls, hands on her hips, pulling her to his body again and again, filling her with his thick girth and impaling her on his cock.
She's so much smaller than him that she can't do anything but let him manhandle her, move her body in every way that he wants as he fucks her. He shoves his cock so deep inside her that it is as though he's punching air straight out of her lungs and her whines are only half-formed, shrill and perfect.
He's immeasurably glad that an entire house full of wolves meant every room is soundproofed. They would have woken up the entire neighborhood if not for that.
He manages to pause long enough to ask her if she's alright. She's so tight around him.
"So- oh! So full," she whimpers, curling her arms around his neck.
"I haven't even started yet," he says, lifting her up by her hips and shoving his own down to meet her. They collide in a wet squelch and she gasps as she takes all of him inside her. He does this over and over, finding a rhythm that makes her body tense. He comes with a bitten-off snarl and his mouth over her neck, filling her so much that it spills out around his cock. He keeps rumbling low and his wolf takes over, the base of his cock thickening to keep his seed from leaking out.
She comes again like that, trembling and whimpering, body tightening around him, milking his cock perfectly this time. He spills into her until she's full, her womb filling up and stretching because of how full he's getting her.
He presses a hand to her stomach and she cries out at the pressure of his palm on her distended belly. It's amazing and terrifying all at once, how much control he has in this.
"Feel that?" he whispers, fascinated because this has never happened before.
Her walls tense around his cock. "Yes," she whimpers.
He groans as he pushes into her a little more, grow impossibly harder, stretching her even more than she is able to take. She moans and shakes her head. When he leans down to press kisses on her forehead, he's pleased to note that her fever is receding and she's no longer burning up.
"Erik, Erik, you feel so good, Erik," she babbles, holding him tight.
He pulls back a little and then slams into her body. He can feel his own seed inside of her, moving, squeezing, trying to go deeper. The sharp pain makes her gasp and push into him, inadvertently taking him deeper.
"You like that? Like it when I put my cock in you?" he growls, fangs lengthening with the desire to mark.
She nods, teary and embarrassed, but knowing better than to pretend she doesn't love this as much as he does.
"You're so perfect," he growls. "So perfect, dove," he rumbles, kissing every inch of her that he can reach.
She comes two more times with him rutting his knot inside her, careful not to go too deep, not to hurt her by being too rough. She doesn't seem to care for gentle, undulating her hips and tilting her head to offer her neck to him, letting him bite and mark.
She's covered in bruises by the time he's satisfied and soft enough to pull out. Even then, he pushes his fingers back inside her to plug her up, stuffing her full of his come while thinking of toys he can buy to make sure he doesn't have to worry about his come spilling out the next time they do this.
Already, he is thinking of how he can make this better for the both of them. He's eager to provide, to show her that he can be a good mate and take care of her. He licks and cleans her up after with his tongue and then, once his wolf is pushed back enough, he gets a wet towel and does it properly so she doesn't wake up sticky and uncomfortable.
If he takes special attention on her pussy, then no one's awake to judge him for it.
...
She goes back to the orphanage the next day because it's expected of her. As much as they care for each other, they're still too young. Erik is only nineteen and she's just turned eighteen.
They have all the time in the world.
Or at least, they thought they had.
A week later, the new law is passed and by the time he rushes to the orphanage, she's already gone.
Chapter Four: Class
"So, who wants to go first?" Professor Snow address the whole class.
He raises his hand automatically and is pleased to note that none of the werewolves do. The professor frowns, confused because everything he's heard about werewolves had told him that they would leap at the chance to breed hucows. They can smell her though. They know she belongs to someone. She's his. If they touch her, they're going to be answering to his pack and he's lucky there too, because his pack is strong and powerful, because he's an Alpha on his own and he can take ten werewolves his size without breaking a sweat.
"Alright, Erik. Come on up. You can break her in so that the rest of your classmates can have a go."
He would castrate them before they can get close to her. He pushes his chair back. She is trembling already, so small and frightened.
Professor Snow yanks her blanket away, showing off her nudity to everyone and briefly, he considers mauling them all. The werewolves avert their gazes politely, but the humans are salivating, several of them already hard as they imagine themselves in his shoes.
Underneath the scent of panic is her heat again, which is odd, considering he had mounted her that night already. He smells other scents on her skin too, something he chooses not to think about too much. Now that he's closer, he sees the rope burns on her wrists and ankles, bruises that would heal in hours but haven't because she's been fighting back.
Humans wouldn't have been affected by her pheromones and wolves- wolves would've known that she had been claimed already. He wonders if someone in the office had pulled some strings in order to get her here to him. A friend of the family, perhaps. His parents and siblings had been sending out her details to all their friends and relatives, hoping someone had spied her somewhere so they can bring her home safely.
His mouth goes dry when he steps closer. She smells close to her heat already. Probably because she's surrounded by people who want nothing more than to mount her.
He cups her between her legs, pressing his palm against the smooth flesh. Her inner thighs tense and she struggles to close her legs together. She's shaking her head plaintively, making pleading little noises that makes him want to hurt someone.
"Shh... It's alright," he says and rumbles with pleasure when she goes still at the sound of his voice. The rag in her mouth keeps her from talking but her scent relaxes a little. This close, he can pick up other scents from her, smell that she's been taken by others.
It makes his wolf surge up in panic. She's such a sensitive, delicate thing. He grits his teeth, parting her soft folds. He can't help but be reminded of their first time together. She murmurs something through the gag that he can't hear, and then her whole body seizes like someone had taken an electric prod to her skin when he closes his mouth over her hole, licking and cleaning her up from the inside, fingers sliding in and curving as he pulls his fingers out, trying to get rid of the unfamiliar scents clinging to her skin.
She cries through the blindfold, either from the humiliation of being fingered with someone staring at her or because she's feeling overwhelmed already from just having his fingers and tongue inside her tight heat.
She whines pitifully, hips arching, yanking the bondage that is keeping her still.
"Good, Erik. Very good. She's responding perfectly."
The sound of the professor makes her tense, but then she must have heard his name because her entire body shudders and rela
xes. He continues stimulating her clit, using his thumb to tease the labia.
She's gasping loudly now, hips undulating and rocking into the sensation.
"Get on with it already," one of the humans call out and she freezes upon hearing the unfamiliar voice.
The wolves in the room growl him into submission and the professor laughs, though it's awkward and a little frightened now, as though he hasn't noticed before this that he's in a room full of predators and he's just a weak little human. It's easy to forget because of how things are now, but Erik is confident that will change soon.
The smell of strangers- of other men's come on her skin makes him seethe. His cock is flushed full and hard, and she's so wet, already slick all over and ready for him. He knows the scent well. It still clings to his sheets and he lets it lure him to sleep most nights.
He tries to go slow, tries not to punch his fingers in and out of her so hard that he'll accidentally hurt her, but it feels as though every time he manages to get an unfamiliar scent out of her body, he catches another. He doesn't even notice that he's gotten four fingers inside her until she cries out at the stretch that his thumb is causing. He's pushing all his fingers in gradually, twisting and turning his hand and penetrating her tight wall.
It takes a little while and a good deal of licking at her pussy, but he manages to do it eventually, push his entire fist into her tight hole. He lets his fingers spread out inside her and pulls out, relishing in the little gasping noises that she's making, and then he's doing it again and again, fisting her tight pussy and making her take it. Her muscles clench around his fingers, the leather and steel chains clanking when she seizes and tries to pull away from him.
He dips his head between her legs, kissing and licking her clit.
She comes with his fist inside her, walls clenching and body tensing. He pulls his hand out and climbs onto the bed, ignoring the way everyone is looking at them because they don't matter.
He tries to go slow, but he's frustrated that he can't get all of the stranger's scents from her skin. He looks up and accidentally locks eyes with Professor Snow. He doesn't even attempt to hide his wolf then, pulling his upper lip back to snarl at the man. His eyes are probably more wolf than man now and he is pinning her down and hiding her with the bulk of his body.
Shes crying now, tears spilling down her cheeks and soaking the blindfold around her eyes. He can smell the salt drenching the cloth. He's been around her long enough that he knows she's crying out of frustration. She's rocking up against his hips, wanting to hurry him along and he exhales harshly against her exposed neck, biting down and growling to keep her still. He frees his cock easily and groans when he finally sinks into her hole, fucks into her until he's filling her all the way in.
He is well-aware that they are being watched, that some of the guys have taken out their phones and are taking videos of him fucking her. A public mating would keep the other wolves away and lets everyone know just who she belongs to.
She's so stretched and ready for him that he is able to rock into his cock easily, sinking in and pulling out with smooth motions that makes her whine and cry out through the gag in her mouth. He finds a rhythm that makes her whine and her walls tighten around him.
Leaning in, he kisses her cheeks, licking new tears. "It's going to be alright, dove. I'm here now," he says, hands rubbing up and down her naked body, leaning down and shielding her so that the others would not be able to see her so clearly. She's his, after all. His and his pack's to share. These men don't deserve to even look at her.
He comes with a snarl and a low rumble that vibrates through the walls and makes the whole room shake. The wolves around him bow their heads, exposing their necks to show that they aren't a threat to him.
He doesn't have to worry about knotting her here because his wolf knows they're not safe. They're surrounded by enemies and he won't be able to keep her safe if he knots her. His wolf knows better than to lock them together now, no matter how much he wants to wash her in his scent and take her away.
She doesn't like that he's not knotting her though, whining and twitching up like she's able to keep him inside if she tries hard enough.
He carefully claws through the gag around her mouth, pulling it from her parted lips with gentle, coaxing motions because he can see that even though she's been whimpering and crying, her mouth has gone dry, like they haven't bothered giving her water. It sticks to her tongue and the inside of her mouth.
She cries a little as he gets it out and he licks into her mouth, pulling the clothe out carefully. His poor, little mate. He pulls out and his come spills from her tight hole, wetting the mattress and the insides of her thighs.
"There you are, dove," he rumbles. "It's alright. I've got you. I'm here."
She reacts to his voice beautifully, arching up like she's trying to hear him better. "Erik, Erik," she whines.
"Shh... It's alright. I'm here now."
She class out his name plaintively. He takes off his shirt and drapes it over her body. She smells lovely now, covered in his come and his scent. Her skin is still hot to his touch, warning him that her heat is not quite over. It's probably triggered by drugs. It would have been broken once he pumps her full of his seed.
When he moves back, he notices his classmates stepping forward, like they're waiting their turn. His hackles rise and he shifts partially as he twists around, baring fangs and claws, ready to attack anyone stupid enough to get closer to his mate.
Chapter Five: Freedom
He tastes blood in his lips from his fangs lengthening. He's imposing enough that they stumble back straight away, a few stumbling over chairs and falling over in their haste to get away.
Once he's sure that they're not getting closer, he turns back around towards his mate, keeping his senses sharp so he would know if anyone's trying to move towards them again. Professor Snow has all but been forgotten. Wolves are territorial in nature. It really goes to show how little the so-called professor knows about them to have offered her so easily and expected them to just let her go afterwards.
He submits to the impulse to get rid of the leather binding her wrists and ankles, unleashing his claws and cutting through the bondage. He plants kisses on the little abrasions on her wrists and ankles when he pulls back, satisfied that she smells enough like him already. The blindfold comes off too and she blinks at the light for a few seconds before her eyes find him and she throws herself forward, falling into his arms like there's nowhere else she would rather be.
He carries her weight easily, but allows his legs to fold underneath him as he sinks into the ground, pulling her with him so that they have some semblance of privacy behind the professor's desk.
"Erik, Erik," she whimpers, clinging to him tightly.
"I'm here, dove. It's alright. I've got you," he promises, feeling a little guilty for the display earlier because she's really such a sensitive little thing and making love with her in front of all his classmates is probably more than she can bear. But already, he scents her heat returning and she goes from merely holding onto him to grinding in his lap, straddling him on the floor and rocking herself back and forth on his dick.
"Missed you," she whines, trying to tilt her hips just right and sink into his cock. She's grinding against him with the artlessness of inexperience, gasping little pleas that he can't quite make out even with his wolf hearing.
"I missed you too, dove," he says, honest. "Do you- do you remember what happened?" he asks. He shouldn't ask her when she's like this, desperate and willing to do anything to please him, but he wants to know- needs to know.
She sniffles. "Everyone in the orphanage was tested," she murmurs. "They- they found out- ah," she cries out when she manages to get the head of his cock back into her tight heat. "Ah- you feel good," she whimpers, distracted.
"What happened then?"
"They- ah- filled me a lot," she says. "I bite the ones that's no good," she announces and he can't help but beam with pride. She's a fighter,
even lost in the fever of her heat. "I need- I need you again, Erik. Is that okay?" she asks, almost shy. It's a wonderful contradiction because she's shyly sinking into his cock and riding him like a little whore.
"Of course, dove. Anything you want." He has never been good with telling her no before and he's not going to start now. "Did they- did any of the men hurt you?" he asks, his voice forcibly calm. He shouldn't be interrogating her while pushing his cock up into her tight heat, but he can't bring himself to stop. He needs to know. "Did it feel good?"
"Not at first," she admits. "But after- after- it feels really good. But not- ah- not as good as you, Erik," she confesses, bouncing up and down his cock
They probably managed to trigger her heat and have been keeping her in a permanent state of arousal since then.
"Did anyone hurt you?" He watches her bleary eyes attempt to focus on his face and he feels terrible for asking her that, but it's important.
She doesn't answer, too lost to the pleasure already and he knows better than to push, especially since she appears perfectly content blocking the memory from her mind. But then she pauses in her movement and asks in a small voice. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, darling," he answers immediately and without doubt. "No, not at you," he says because he is angry. He's angry and people are going to pay for touching her, for seeing her like this and daring to think that they deserve to touch her at all. He knows them by scent now. Now, he just had to track them down individually.
"Kay." She shudders, sinking down into his cock, taking him deeper. He's guiding her with his hands on her hips, making sure she's not pushing herself too much, not taking him down all at once because despite her taking him earlier, she's still very small compared to him.
"Come on, then. You can do it," he says, gripping her and pushing her down when she begins to slow, having second thoughts about taking him all the way in.
